We all have sins,some of us bigger,some of us smaller.
But we never have the courage to confess, our sins to someone..anyone..close to us,or far from our souls.
My sins are not very different then yours,we hide behind veils of life,behind smiles,behind faces,we never tell who we are and ,we never ask who are we.
My car stepped through a puppy dog,I take him to the vet,but he couldn't save his life.Is this a sin?It was night,I didn't see it.It's a sin?
I don't know,you tell me that.I Fight in a war,and maybe in my fight......I don't know is this a sin?Who can judge which one is bigger!
You tell me that.You tell me your sins,are they big..who can judge,who can hear,who can see.

Because,

Your Sin is my Story and my Story is your Sin!

This is a short story?

Second.

Originally posted by daryllyn
This is a short story?

Second.

No, this is a story about your sins,if you have one to confess!!

[WTB], in this case, stands for "Where's the Beef?". There is a writing contest going on in the Short Stories forum, where writers air their grievances in the form of a formal post.

I don't know what to add to this thread. My sin for the day was gluttony. I had a full plate of food at the company Christmas party AND dessert AND two sodas AND several glasses of water. And, now I'm hungry again.